It's been a fairly quiet day around Tracy.
No fires, no big crimes, no earth-shattering news — nothing to really rattle the newsroom. Just a bunch of sunshine streaming through the partially-drawn drapes, mocking us desk jockeys for not being able to lounge in Lincoln Park or hit up Old River Golf Course.
(Of course, now that I've said that, something's bound to go wrong. It's like the journalist's version of Murphy's Law.)
But hoping that doesn't happen, enjoy a relaxing Wednesday.